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Beyond Here Lies Darkness	By : LotornoMiko Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 3724 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Her life has become one that is devoid of true pleasure, Emma unable to take enjoyment out of the things others would take for granted. Things like a hot meal, a brush through her hair, or even a soothing soak in a bathtub all have become luxuries that have been tainted by the dark. By the monster in Hook's body, by the evil that is fixated solely on her.

It is no exaggeration to say the darkness is obsessed. That it is worse than any deranged stalker or rapist. It's something that was never meant to have a woman, something whose desires should have been limited to torture of a different kind. Of all the violence it is capable of and has committed, has even incited in others, the darkness is a being unequipped to truly deal with the sexual frenzy of lust. A greedy creature by nature, it has found the one thing it cannot get enough of, and Emma tiredly, reluctantly pays the price time and time again.

She's been paying since that first time, from the moment she had tried to divert the Darkness' murderous intentions into something she could control. Trying to capitalize on the pirate's lust for her, Emma's had a hand in helping the darkness to form it's obsession. In her one desperate act to save her family with the distraction of sex, Emma has made a near fatal miscalculation. Because she hadn't understood that Hook as the Dark One, was something wholly different from Rumplestiltskin. Not realizing there was a monster that lurked inside Hook's body, Emma had set out to seduce the pirate away from Cora's murderous commands.

It had been a mistake on a monumental scale as far as plans go. Because she wasn't dealing with just a man, but the thing that now coexisted inside him. And though Emma had been playing on the attraction that existed between her and the pirate, the evil had been there, and even the woman still wasn't sure just when exactly Hook had stopped being Hook, and instead had lost control to the darkness inside him.

Control had been lost to all three, Emma losing control of the situation, while Hook had lost control of his body. Worst of all, the darkness had lost control of it's senses, stimulated in a way it had never been meant to feel. It had gone wild, greedy for the sensations it had found in Emma's body. Trying for more and more, eating up her every cry, chipping away at her energy, it hadn't taken long for Emma to realize she was most likely going to die.

Only she hadn't. Something had ultimately staved off that slow, draining death, the darkness just simply stopping. Emma didn't know how it had known, or what had made it stop. But she didn't believe for one second in the dark doing it out of true concern. Nor did she believe it would hold off for forever. It was simply too greedy, too self absorbed, too cruel to not one day go the ultimate in too far.

Her death is not something that can frighten Emma any more. Not when what she considers worse is the alternative of spending years as the darkness' plaything. But she fears for her family, is not so past the point of caring that she doesn't still love and care for her son. The devotion she feels to Henry, and to the parents she was only just starting to come to know, is a weakness. It's what holds her back from goading the darkness into finally killing her.

Emma doesn't believe anyone is safe from the darkness. Not her, not her family, not all of Storybrooke. Even the queen, the red haired bitch who thinks she can control the darkness, isn't as safe as Cora likes to think. How can she be, when the darkness hungers for Cora's death most out of all? Cora might be making the biggest mistakes of them all, and even Hook with his earlier ignorance, can't claim to have been as blind as Cora is now behaving.

Emma can't muster up the energy to so much as look forward to Cora's eventual death. It's not just her tiredness that keeps her from reveling in the idea, Emma simply isn't that vindictive a person even for one who deserves it as much as Cora does. She hates her, but even that much is fading, the emotion simply costing too much in effort to maintain. It's that way with most of her emotions, only her fear remaining strong. Is it the darkness that leeches away so much of her feelings, or is Emma just shutting them down, one by one in an attempt at defending against the dark?

If it wasn't for her inner shields, the mental walls she constructs as barriers against her turmoil and pain, Emma would be crying a lot more than she already has. But she doesn't like the weakness of tears, and Emma doesn't want to give Cora or the darkness the satisfaction of such a act. Her trembling and screams already cost her so much, and Emma thinks truly crying won't accomplish much of anything.

She doesn't know how wrong about that she truly is. Doesn't know that her barriers came down with the first of her true tears. And most of all Emma doesn't know that it was her that reached past the darkness to go down deep to where Hook had been drowning, locked away in shadows that should have been eternal.

She knows nothing of what brought Hook back, but Emma can sense the immediate change that signals the Dark One's return. Hook's warning never got out pass the first syllable, his shout cutting off with a gurgle as though something had tightened around his throat. From her position in the tub, Emma sees it all. How Hook struggles and hunches over, his fingers scrabbling at the door frame. Where Hook is still somewhat human, the darkness itself has inhuman strength, powdery dust exploding about where the man's fingers had been gripping the doorway.

Emma shivers, the display of strength a reminder of how brutal the darkness could be. Accidentally or on purpose, Emma remembering a time it had nearly broken her wrist bone in a moment of anger. The sprain that had resulted instead, had been the darkness trying to gentle it's touch a moment too late. Her wrist still hurt at times, even with the Dark One using it's magic to heal her almost immediately after.

Knowing it can and will hurt her, especially if she tries to run, Emma sits frozen in the bathtub. Her instincts are all out of whack, the voice that would have demanded she fight or run silenced to the overpowering response to hold still. But it's ridiculous to hope she won't draw the darkness' attention to her, and yet Emma still hasn't moved, hasn't mustered up the strength to at least get out of the bathtub.

Not yet trembling, all Emma can think is it's too soon. She hasn't had enough time away from the darkness, hasn't had enough of Hook's far more preferable presence, and most of all, Emma hasn't had enough time to herself in the tub. Her emotions' barriers aren't as constructed as she would have like, Emma feeling as vulnerable on the inside as she is naked on the outside.

The darkness might as well be naked too, for all the thought it gives the pants Hook had put on at some point earlier. Emma waits for it to cast away the garment with just a thought, it's magic capable of stripping away the clothing like they are mere shadows. Her surprise registers faintly amidst her fear and worry, the darkness doing nothing to undress, or turn towards her. Emma isn't as relieved as one might think, the woman not sure what is going on, except that it'll most likely result in something bad. Because it's always bad when the darkness takes time to think, when it actively plots and plans out it's next twisted demand.

Emma is right that the Darkness is thinking, though she'd be surprised to learn for once it had nothing to do with the sin of seduction. It's still being cautious, still thinking about what had happened, the brief surge of power that had reach past the surface of the body it wears, to go down deep to where Killian Jones is hidden. The darkness still isn't sure how the light had found the strength to reach that far, or if Emma can even do it again. And that makes it almost uneasy for it doesn't want to share the body with it's real owner, or have it's time with Emma be interrupted more than it already has been.

For that matter it doesn't want to share Emma with anyone, the darkness annoyed, maybe even jealous that the pirate had had a few minutes of time with the woman. Jealousy of a person over another, is another emotion the darkness was never meant to have, and it's thoughts have taken on an uglier slant to them. If the Dark One and Killian Jones had been able at this point to exist in two separate bodies, the darkness would have killed the pirate on the spot. Instead, all the Dark One can do is send Killian Jones deeper into the darkness, and wrap him up in inky tendrils that muffle sound and silence screams.

And still the darkness is unsure where once it would have had no reason to doubt. Because something, the light itself, had not only reached through to Killian Jones in the void, but had held enough power to draw him out. The darkness feels worry for only the second time in it's long and immortal existence, and actually lets doubt form for a moment that is powerful enough to combat the lust it now feels constantly.

It doesn't like the doubt, but it uses the ironic strength it gives, allowing the darkness to turn and face Emma Swan. There is still that strong sense of desire, the lust prickling along every nerve ending as it looks at her, sitting so still in the porcelain tub. Beautiful to the darkness even under the worst of circumstances, the dark finds Emma Swan to be especially delicious with her hair damp, and her skin that is above the water glistening.

It's the doubt that keeps it from immediately joining her in the tub. Instead the darkness studies her, noting the way the gooseflesh breaks out on her skin, her arms covered in the tiny bumps out of a mix of cold and fear. She's staring back, unable to look away. It knows that to Emma Swan it is better to face something head on, than have it come from the back. That she thinks it's worse the anticipation than directly knowing when and where an attack will come from.

The darkness can and has in the past, made all the lights go out in the room. Has plunged Emma Swan into total darkness, with sound her only guidance as to where the monster was. It almost does so again, but it doesn't just want to scare her. It wants to test her, to push her. To see if she can repeat the power that had brought Killian Jones out. The dark wants to know if it can guard against such an attack when it is alert and expecting it. Most of all it wants to make sure Emma never brings Killian Jones out again.

With those wants in it's head, the darkness walks with a patience it is unaccustomed to where Emma is concern. Far to used to lunging, or using it's magic to appear before her, it's surreal not to mention scary to watch it stalk on slow feet towards the woman in the tub. It's gaze never wavers from hers, Killian Jones' blues eyes swallowed up by black. Those malevolent eyes see all, from the frantic pulse in her neck, to the way her breasts rise with her sharp, frightened inhale. The darkness grins at her, all toothsome smirk, as it considers just what to do first.

Emma's right arm lays exposed on the side of the bath tub, a tension to it that is echoed by the rest of her body. It is the first thing the Dark One touches with Hook's fingers, trailing them and their nails lightly over her skin. There's a zap of energy, a slight jolt of static that is startling but otherwise harmless. The darkness pauses, but it senses no lingering energy there. The power that makes up the light's strength is ever elusive, the merest tease of it remaining, as the rest remains ten steps out of reach of the dark. Leaving the darkness with just the warmth of it, and the visual of it, the dark one unable to truly distinguish where the light ends and Emma the human begins.

But just as the dark can't catch hold of the light's power, neither can the woman whose soul glows with it. Everything Emma has ever done with the power inside her, has been by pure accident, and even bringing out Hook had been one. Emma Swan could become the greatest force of magic for good there ever was, if she could only learn how to harness and use the power attached to her very soul.

But there's no one to teach her at this moment, and accidents can't always be repeated on command. Emma has no idea of what she has done because if she had, she'd tried to do it again in a heartbeat. Anything to chase this monster away from her, get it to stop touching her with fingers that are turning harsh, digging into her flesh. The dark one can make it's nails sharp like claws, and it does so now, letting thin trails of blood mark her arm where it does dragging touches. The blood distracts the darkness from staring at Emma's face, Hook's nostrils flaring as the dark one scents the freshly spilling treat on Emma's arm.

Hook's nails dig in harder, the Dark One encouraging the blood, getting it's fingertips wet with it before bringing it up for a taste. It makes a sound, a belly deep moan of approval. Emma's own belly cramps, and suddenly she is shooting up, unable to endure anymore. The water in the tub splashes violently onto the floor, Emma lashing out with her arms as the darkness grabs her by the throat. It's a choking grip, cutting off her air, and leaving bruises behind. Emma panics and tries to scream and gasp at the same time, the darkness brushing blood stained lips overs hers.

She can't even jerk back properly, held in place by the hand on her throat. Her own hands beat and claw at the darkness' arm, the woman trying to get free as she starts to slip and lose her footing in the tub. Her struggles keep the water churning, the blood from her arm adding a pinkish tint to the soap bubbles that float on the surface of the bath.

The darkness is choking Emma, actually bringing her to the very edge of death. Watching the light flicker and start to die in her eyes, the dark waits and waits, and still the pirate remains trapped. It is that that finally satisfies it, that ends it's caution, as it falls into the tub with Emma, and lets the water envelope them both.

Emma's gasps repeat through the room, her breathing sounding loud and exaggerated as the darkness cradles her against it. Her eyes are wet, and she's biting her lip, trying not to start crying. The pain of her teeth stinging in her lip is the only thing that stops her complete and total breakdown to tears, Emma shaking and hardly comforted by the darkness' attempts to coddle her. It actually nuzzles her hair as though in apology, breathing in her scent with it's nose, as it places kisses along the side of her scalp.

It's mimicry of a human's kindness, is blasphemous at best, and utterly heart wrenching to Emma. Because the darkness doesn't know how to truly be sorry, and any kindness it offers comes with a price that no one should be made to pay. Even now with it's false attempt at comfort, the darkness is lusting. Waiting only long enough for Emma to stop her panting, the darkness barely remembers what patience is, let alone how to be it.

With it's lips still on her hair, the darkness rubs it's hand over Emma's bleeding arm. The magic works, the deep furrows made by the darkness healing within seconds. Not even a scar remains, the darkness not about to put a permanent imperfection on it's obsession's skin. The same can't be said about Emma inside, the woman hurt a thousand times over, and nothing the darkness can do, none of it's magic can heal the kind of damage the dark one does to Emma's heart and soul.

A blight of the worst kind, a stain that seeps in deep inside Emma, the darkness will one day break her completely. Even as it cares for and maintains her, the torments Emma goes through daily are a test of her strength and her sanity. She'll break or she'll change, and then Emma will definitely die.

But it's not yet time for any of those things, Emma hanging on, sometimes by slivers, and most of all because of love. The love of her family, and the fear for them. They are her strength AND her weakness, Emma submitting more and more in order to save them. She barely fights the darkness as it fists her hair. Barely tenses as it gives her searing, open mouth kisses that nip and pull at her bottom lip.

The darkness has learned through trial and error, and a smattering of male instinct, just what to do and where. It has experimented with Emma, learned how to heighten desire. Most of all, it has learned much of a woman's body, and just where to touch to strum enough reaction in Emma. Even as revulsion courses through her, it's simply easiest to give in, to let the darkness have it's way in this.

Emma lets her legs fall open, and leans back against the darkness' chest. She registers the delighted sound it makes, it's hand immediately cupping over her sex. It lingers there, and then it's fingers move, finding a pleasing rhythm to it's stroking, as it pets her over and over again.

The water in the tub moves, gentle ripples stirred up by the darkness' actions. Emma is biting at her lip, stifling most of her whimpers as the darkness plays her body like an instrument made for it's command. It avoids the more invasive touches, content to just pet over the outside of her sex rather than penetrate inside her. Over and over, the darkness relentless, coaxing heat out of Emma with it's petting. That heat feels like a betrayal, Emma not wanting to feel anything, not even the arousal needed for coupling. She'd almost rather it hurt, than give in to the humiliating feeling of the false pleasure her body can sometimes find at the darkness' hand.

Most of all, she just wants this over with, but knows nothing is ever quick with the darkness. Not sex, and not death, the creature making a game out of mastering slow tortures. Over and over, repeating endlessly, the darkness determined, and Emma realizes it's not going to stop. Not until it wrings out every last bit of her, the pad of it's thumb pausing over her clit. Then pressing down and circling, mercilessly rubbing and Emma's starting to really squirm. Her bottom's gyrating, pressing over the covered groin of the darkness' stolen body. It still hasn't removed it's pants, the soaked fabric straining over the Dark One's erection. The darkness' voice is a purr in her ear, a silky laugh as it enjoys the way she squirms and dances on it's lap.

Emma is fighting, trying to think of something, anything to stave off what is happening. But her right leg is shaking, toes actually curling, and the scream that tears out of her is more heart felt than any other Emma has ever voiced. With her insides still clenching, the darkness plunges inside her, the pants never more than an after thought to it's magic.

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To Be Continued....

With thanks to Zerousy for ordering me not to chicken out. Thanks Hon, and sorry I didn't get to do the darkness talking weird halting attempts at conversation with Emma. Perhaps for next chapter I can actually get a real dialogue going.

So.....wrote like the first 15 kb, then felt my energy waning. Went to bed, was unable to sleep more than a few minutes. I'm amazed this got completed considering the sexual bits were all written during insomnia. Hopefully it won't turn into as bad a insomnia as I had from Sunday night to Tueday! X_X

Overall I like this chapter! It was another one that proved quick to write once I got the first few paragraphs out of the way!

-----Michelle
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